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Sometimes life can get pretty exhausting. And yes, that is an understatement. My stack of homework pushed aside for the moment, I try to relax.

The only light in my room is my lamp from my desk, which creates a low yellow glow. The only sounds are the hum of my computer, the typing of the keys, and my cat cleaning herself. In this quiet environment, she can be a racket. Especially when she purrs. I normally bring her with me when I need the comfort. I just want to feel wanted tonight, even if it’s only coming from a cat.

Her purr sounds like kernels popping, vibrating through my stomach. Her eyes are squeezed shut. She takes up a good bit of my lap, but I welcome the sacrifice.

Kitty stretches her leg out, expands her toes, then pulls the leg in again. She’s quiet now; sleeping. She is thankful for another day of not getting a bath. I can hear her snore, a light breathing. She starts to twitch and dream. Her nose whistles.

I wish I could sleep like that.